I didn't know words could be so heavy.

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

Women boxing on a roof, circa 1930s

Ive been dancing on that terrace the golden sky, the night growing bold Ive been hiding my untruth from all the birds flying home Ive been dancing on that terrace Ive been falling on that floor the leaves swaying with me every time the wind blows Ive been counting stars on the galaxies below my clothes Ive been chewing on memories I am closing away I am floating away

Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune

I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

“A pretty sight, a lady with a book.”